Текст песни Getting By (Version 2) - Alias
We
create
wheel
barrows
full
of
sound
for
it
To
be
dumped
into
a
black
hole:
The
bottomless
abyss
of
bi-polar
disorders
A
broken
abacus
down
to
good
times
Someone
please
write
a
post-it
note
to
remind
me
why
I'm
doing
this
And
when
to
pay
the
cable
bill
Won't
talk
about
the
cage,
it's
been
touched
on
too
much
Besides,
I'm
seeing
dead
whales
all
too
often
Which
in
itself
is
rather
frightening
Sad
how
bad
times
make
good
music
Hope
I
can
maintain
this
great
depression
And
leave
myself
guessing
if
I
can
out
do
the
former
until
the
end
We're
all
waiting
for
the
payoff.
I
have
one,
they
have
none,
so
I'm
feeling
rather
Lucky
and
guilty
at
the
Same
time
We
all
whistle
a
salty
tune
to
ourselves
for
the
world
to
hear
And
when
it's
time
to
capture
memories
The
closest
thing
to
a
smile
we
can
muster
is
a
sneer
And
giving
blood,
sweat,
and
tears
in
exchange
for
cold
sweat
And
fears
is
only
equal
to
a
tickled
throat
for
so
long
So
the
songs
lose
excitement
and
loops
become
grating
My
being
is
scarred
up
and
I
can't
keep
myself
from
picking
We
turn
pages
and
fight
sore
hands
ADD
addicts
of
abrasiveness
joyriding
through
The
same
scene
over
and
over
Time
and
time
again
I'm
asking
myself
why
But
I'm
proud
of
the
dust
of
twenty
cities
irritating
my
eyes
"All
for
what?"
loops
in
my
head
I
ain't
fessin'
'til
I'm
dead
or
until
everything
is
said
She
has
bouquets
of
poppies
spilling
from
her
heart
And
I'm
stuck
here
tapping
my
pen
on
my
pad
of
paper
Wondering
where
to
start
I
suppose
this
comes
with
the
process
and
problems,
Getting
by
Three
reasons
to
do
this:
her,
them,
and
I
[Chorus:]
Kicking
myself,
standing
on
the
edge
with
a
dumb
look
on
Snapping
out
of
it
Asking,
"what
are
you
doing?"
Kicking
myself,
standing
on
the
edge
with
a
dumb
look
on,
Snapping
out
of
it
Asking,
"what
are
you
thinking?"
Kicking
myself,
standing
on
the
edge
with
a
dumb
look
on,
Snapping
out
of
it
Asking,
"where
are
you
going?"
Kicking
myself,
standing
on
the
edge
with
a
dumb
look
on,
Snapping
out
of
it
Asking,
"why?"
On
overcast
days,
I'm
at
one
with
myself
But
perhaps
I
should
take
advice
from
bumper
stickers
But
seeing
old
guitarists
on
their
farm
with
their
children
reminscing
Is
that
feeling
that
I'm
missing
from
almost
a
year
ago
Back
then,
it
was
all
about
looking
through
the
bullet
holes
and
sighing
Now
it's
snapping
my
fingers
at
Linus
and
smiling
I
guess
it
takes
hard
times
to
curl
my
fingers,
not
a
fist
But
around
this
blue
flex-grip
asking,
"do
you
think...?"
Select
a
question
to
be
answered
in
words
that
are
next
to
nothing
That's
how
I
kept
my
sanity
in
the
first
half
I
feel
like
someone
is
passing
hula-hoops
down
the
length
of
my
body
Yet
the
theater
seats
are
empty,
yet
I
still
hear
that
laugh
It
takes
a
power
outage
to
muster
creativity
Just
like
tragedies
and
the
commerce
on
the
Stars
and
Stripes
Who
am
I
to
say?
I
have
problems
getting
a
blank
page
moving
Just
one
of
my
insecurities
that
I
suppose
will
come
and
go
today
All
I
can
hear
are
the
drums
I
search
for
That
might
be
why
the
pens
are
mute
at
this
point
Sole
says,
"it's
rubies
and
rabies,"
And
lately
I've
been
foaming
at
the
mouth
Can't
put
my
finger
on
why
My
sleeves
are
sopping
wet
with
possiblys
and
maybes
This
is
the
part
where
I
repeat
the
last
two
lines
Of
the
song
before
the
chorus
to
drive
across
my
point
This
is
the
part
where
I
repeat
the
last
two
lines
Of
the
song
before
the
chorus
to
drive
across
my
point?
[Chorus]
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